Falling For The Ignorance
What if you woke up and you were the enemy? What if everything happening to you was just karma? What if you remembered none of it? When amnesia struck, a young girl finds herself kidnapped with no memory of her life before. They hate her and she is apparently supposed to hate them but she begs to differ...
"Oh god." I whispered and wiped the stinging on my face. It was sticky and as I pulled my hand up in front of my face I saw the red liquid drip off my skin. Well that would explain the pain. Groggily and reluctantly my eyes fluttered open.
It took a good minute before the picture in front of me registered in my brain. It wasn't a cliché like a horror movie. There were no dark alleys, pitch-black rooms or scary people; I wasn't even tied up. I was just left there, in the middle of a field, with the daylight dim around me. From the temperature I guessed it was winter because I had nothing else to go on.
I didn't know the date, the time or even the year I was in.
The more I thought of this the more my eyes welled up. Once the tear trickled into my cut and began burning away at it I decided it was enough.
It was still daylight and although I couldn't see anything around me it didn't matter. I could follow the path that was marked out around the edge of the field that led into the woods.
I know how crazy that sounded. Walk into a woods?
I had to do it though and unless I wanted to die alone in a field of grass then I had to do it soon.
When I stood up my legs wobbled and it felt like my knees were about to give out for a second. How long had I been unconscious? Once they started moving they strengthened up and the shooting pains that traveled from my ankles turned into a dull pang that I tuned out.
The cold breeze whipped against my legs. Even though I was wearing a pair of tights (slightly laddered, which was good considering my situation) it seeped in and wrapped my legs into numbness with my bare arms. Not the best outfit to be trekking in; I'll give you that. But when I managed to get across the field and into the woods the breeze stopped and I was at a relief for that.
Granted the sunlight was even worse in the shadows of the trees and the silence killed me more than anything, but I knew that it had to be done.
So I did what everyone would do when they have no recollection of what's happening and what's going to happen; I ran.
I ran as fast as I could.
I weaved in and out of trees, over branches that stuck out the ground, through bushes that blocked my way and under tree trunks. My pulse and breath sounded loudly in my ears as well as the dry leaves crunching under the soles of my shoes.
That was until I tripped and found myself back on the cool floor.
I didn't know how long I had been running for. Minutes, hours and time were all lost on me. I was only running away from my own fears and imagination but it certainly tired me out and my legs refused to get up.
My arms refused to push my body up.
And my brain refused to fight back against my eyelids.
My head lay against leaves, branches and insects and I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and listened for the breeze that I knew was above the treetops.
I imagined being swept away by the breeze and taken to safety.
I imagined being picked up by a group of travelers and being shown the way back to their camp.
I imagined waking up and being able to remember my own name and eye color.
But when I finally managed to open my eyes all I could see was leaves and the bottom of a great tree that had tripped me.
"Oh god." I repeated, this time in more of a questioning way. Asking him what I did to deserve this. Pleading with him to get me out of the situation. Begging for his mercy. Once more I opened my eyes but nothing had changed. Mercy my ass.
"Help!" I called out with every last ounce of my strength. I don't know why I didn't do it before. Maybe I was scared of who I might have attracted. But I was a goner anyway. Whether I attracted my serial killer would only make it quicker and maybe that was what I wanted. "Help." I said in an exhale of breath and was out like a light.
It took a good minute before the picture in front of me registered in my brain. It wasn't a cliché like a horror movie. There were no dark alleys, pitch-black rooms or scary people; I wasn't even tied up. I was just left there, in the middle of a field, with the daylight dim around me. From the temperature I guessed it was winter because I had nothing else to go on.
I didn't know the date, the time or even the year I was in.
The more I thought of this the more my eyes welled up. Once the tear trickled into my cut and began burning away at it I decided it was enough.
It was still daylight and although I couldn't see anything around me it didn't matter. I could follow the path that was marked out around the edge of the field that led into the woods.
I know how crazy that sounded. Walk into a woods?
I had to do it though and unless I wanted to die alone in a field of grass then I had to do it soon.
When I stood up my legs wobbled and it felt like my knees were about to give out for a second. How long had I been unconscious? Once they started moving they strengthened up and the shooting pains that traveled from my ankles turned into a dull pang that I tuned out.
The cold breeze whipped against my legs. Even though I was wearing a pair of tights (slightly laddered, which was good considering my situation) it seeped in and wrapped my legs into numbness with my bare arms. Not the best outfit to be trekking in; I'll give you that. But when I managed to get across the field and into the woods the breeze stopped and I was at a relief for that.
Granted the sunlight was even worse in the shadows of the trees and the silence killed me more than anything, but I knew that it had to be done.
So I did what everyone would do when they have no recollection of what's happening and what's going to happen; I ran.
I ran as fast as I could.
I weaved in and out of trees, over branches that stuck out the ground, through bushes that blocked my way and under tree trunks. My pulse and breath sounded loudly in my ears as well as the dry leaves crunching under the soles of my shoes.
That was until I tripped and found myself back on the cool floor.
I didn't know how long I had been running for. Minutes, hours and time were all lost on me. I was only running away from my own fears and imagination but it certainly tired me out and my legs refused to get up.
My arms refused to push my body up.
And my brain refused to fight back against my eyelids.
My head lay against leaves, branches and insects and I didn't care. I just closed my eyes and listened for the breeze that I knew was above the treetops.
I imagined being swept away by the breeze and taken to safety.
I imagined being picked up by a group of travelers and being shown the way back to their camp.
I imagined waking up and being able to remember my own name and eye color.
But when I finally managed to open my eyes all I could see was leaves and the bottom of a great tree that had tripped me.
"Oh god." I repeated, this time in more of a questioning way. Asking him what I did to deserve this. Pleading with him to get me out of the situation. Begging for his mercy. Once more I opened my eyes but nothing had changed. Mercy my ass.
"Help!" I called out with every last ounce of my strength. I don't know why I didn't do it before. Maybe I was scared of who I might have attracted. But I was a goner anyway. Whether I attracted my serial killer would only make it quicker and maybe that was what I wanted. "Help." I said in an exhale of breath and was out like a light.
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